CHAPTER 38: The Panties Ultimatum
Eleanor was sipping tea with trembling hands, the steam fogging up her glasses as she stared at the blank wall, trying to convince herself that today would be normal. That her life wasn’t spiraling into billionaire-chaos again.
Then her phone buzzed.
MARCUS GREEN.
She didn’t even sigh—just groaned from the depths of her soul. She slid her thumb across the screen.
“If you’re outside again—”
“I am.”
She closed her eyes. “Marcus, no.”
“Marcus, yes.”
“Turn around and drive away. I told you, we’re not doing anything unless you accept the contract. With the conditions.”
“Oh, I knew you’d say that,” he replied, far too pleased with himself. “Which is why I brought... these.”
There was a fluttering noise through the speaker, like silk catching a breeze.
